Garuuba's Palace

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((well unfortunatley ... it would seem that infil has been off for a long time... i wouldnt count on a reply for awhile.... he needs to get back ontop of things... or lag behind so we can move on. ))

[Citrine]

(( There isn't anything in the rules about when a character goes inactive, and he hasn't posted since the 6th, so i'm going to keep this moving along. ))

Steamed, Pelle'gri turned around again immediately. Her face turned beat red, but since she was wearing her mask the embarrassment on her face was hidden. She could've pulled her blaster on the man in fury. Pelle'gri placed her hand on her blaster that had been latched onto her belt, but refused to start a riot in the hutt's palace just yet. Why did he have to do that. She thought to herself, she had no choice to leave the hutt behind now, there wasn't a chance she was getting a ship from Garuuba.

Pelle'gri walked back up to him her eyes peering with aggravation and disdain. "I'm not a little girl." She said to him quietly, hoping not to grab anymore unnecessary attention. "I'm a great smuggler, but unfortunately I don't have a ship." She spat out, letting her anger get the best of her. Pelle lifted her hands up to the mask again, unlatching the sides of it to take it off. "I have to feed myself you know, and now i'm out of work. No hutts going to rent me a ship here, so if you'll excuse me I need to leave." She explained to Jorgun. She exaggerated a lot, and she still had plenty of credits to work off of before she went starving. Of course, she had hoped she'd gain a little bit a sympathy even if it meant being overly dramatic. Pelle'gri may have lost her chance to get a ship from the hutt, but she wasn't about to give up on the bounty hunter.

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something began to well inside jorgun... an emotion that he'd reserved for the past few decades...

in his mind... he could see his old freind, weak and dying... and in his heart he saw a helpless girl who would no doubt grow colder the longer she spent looking for jobs from the hutts. Jorgun was faced with a decision, either he help someone.... without gaining somehting in return, or he let this fragil thing continue on her path of self destruction. He was forced to do the better of the two....which was wierd, considerng that he had been apathetic for the past century or so... and now he suddenly cared about human life again.

"Wait little one. Do you know how to use one of these?" Jorgun pulled a small hold out blaster from a belt that went around his hip. ".. or would you prefer one of these?" Jorgun using one hand, pulled something off of his back carrying sack. It was a large Verpine Disruptor Rifle. Far too big for the girl to hold... but he had a fealing the joke would be understood.

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Pelle'gri turned around, expecting her anger to built up even more, but to her surprise, the man had asked her if she knew how to use a blaster. Pelle'gri grinned widely as she pulled her blaster from the hilt. A silver blaster pistol she held in her hand was an abnormally small size compared to the usual blasters seen on the galaxy. It would seem strange that the little girl would have found a fully-functional blaster that fit her so well, seeing as most were manufactured for the use of republic soldiers, bounty hunters, and renegades much older and bigger in size than herself.

"You'll just have to find out." She said as she held her blaster in the air only to show it off. It resembled that of a the westar model, and was recognizably modified, especially because of it's size and weight. "Mine should be fine." She giggled at the bounty hunter's comment. "So are you going to let me come with you or what?" Pelle asked bluntly, assuming that Jorgun have already required a job offer from the hutt she had been planning on seeing. She had, before this moment, been oblivious to her surroundings. Pelle had been holding a blaster up in a well-known gangsters territory, a very unwise act. She immediately pulled it back onto her hilt realizing her mistake, hoping that there wouldn't be any open fire on her for supposed "threats" to Garuuba.

"If so, I have an idea, but we shouldn't talk here." She said quietly, wishing to offer the Gen'dai a bit of compensation but didn't want to speak too loudly. Even though Pelle didn't take smuggling as seriously as someone who depended on it to support themselves, she knew how important it was to make deals and to gamble to get what she wanted.

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"little girl.." said Jorgun... "if anything you will be following me. If you can't read between the lines buzz off.. otherwise grab your things.. cause we are leaving soon as Talgo gets back" and with that the big hulking mass of Jorgun walked out into the outer chamber and headed towards the exit of the palace.

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Pelle'gri looked down at her belt, a few pouches with small items contained in them, her blaster hilt at her side, and the backpack on her back containing a few pairs of cloths as if she were making a mental checklist. She nodded and ran along behind the bounty hunter, who was much taller than herself, Pelle'gri looked over at the other member who had left the throne room with Jorgun again before she got to the palace exit.

"I'm Pelle'gri." She told the bounty hunter, wishing to get a name back. Most girls her age wouldn't ever agree to go on a ship with a complete stranger, but Pelle's priorities were different. Find a ship, make a deal, then ask for names later. Pelle didn't ever worry about being in open space with complete strangers, not once had anyone ever tried to kill her, the worst thing that could happen was that Jorgun could offer her up for enslavement once they left, but she trusted him better than that, surprisingly.

(( Shall we move to another planet, or wait for infil? He hasn't posted in awhile, I have a feeling he's not going to. Also, when and where are we meeting up with the other crew members? ))

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(( see thats the tricky part .. i know that xaojii wants a plae for his tusken... im trying to find a way to incorporate that into our crew... he does have a wicked hk-52 assassination droid as his freind thats pretty cool lol... any ideas on getting them to rp join in. casue they want to but dont know how. ))


Jorgun could hear her trotting behind him. As they neared the exit he finally turned his head around and said, "Jorgun... thats what i go by for now. How did a little girl get into such a low and unlikely profession? shouldn't you be cooking a mynock somewhere? Or stewing Womp rats?" he said with out changing his momentum. he was still heading towards the exit when he spoke to her.

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(( Well, tuskens are pretty popular on Tatooine, but I wasn't sure where his was. Do you know where the character is currently? If he doesn't have a location it's easy enough to meet up with him in the desert, he could say he was visiting an old clan or something. Oh, that might work I just finished this post and had an idea. If we could run into them, if HK had a small malfunction, Pelle could help them out and we could move from there maybe? Hm... ))

"Wamp rats!" Pelle'gri said as she stuck her tongue out, she had only tried it once, but hated the taste. "I'm actually not a bad cook." She told him, surprised that he mentioned cooking. "I ran away from home to go to Coruscant, but some guy sold me as a slave. Once I actually got onto this hump of sand I got to be free, except for the ship part." Pelle giggled. "You want to know what i've been doing the past few months?" She smiled and tilted neck up in an awkward position to look up to her new pilot. Pelle'gri only gave him a few seconds before answering her own question, not giving him enough time to answer himself. "I worked on sand crawlers. I still have my hood, but I didn't make a very good jawa. I was much too tall, and many of the miners around here thought I was blind. I didn't have th glow." She told him holding her hands up to her eyes. "I have that blaster too, in my backpack, but it's not as good as this one. The jawas are very good mechanics, if they ever left here they could make so much money!" Pelle explained.

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"Young mind... so fragile. When you have lived as long as i have.... you start to notice things... you notice that order is what keeps us going. Everything could be more.. but never will be becasue of other people who keep the order by oppressing the ones with potential. Its the circle this galaxy is run by.... its a circle i hope to break eventually. It's ridiculous i know... but its the truth. everything we know is all part of a bigger picture. Every small conflice part of a bigger one. Everything comes down to good versus evil. kindness versus apathy and snobbiness. Otherwise known as the jedi and the Sith."

By this point they had reached the exit. He nodded to Nisquis and waited for the sliding black durasteel door to raise to walk through. As he Exited he fealt the breeze hit upon his face and the sand flow all over. A storm was coming... and Jorgun suddenly had the urge to be blunt. He wheeled about slowly and faced the girl. She was, as he thought, right behind him step for step. "Look... before this farce goes any further... if you fly with me you will be putting your life in danger.... we will be going to alot of scummy places... places worse then you know. places worse then Selonia... and those places... you will be staying in the ship you here? From what i can tell... you need of this dust ball. I dont usually help people... but... you are a tad young, and without the right teaching you'll turn into one of the people who keep the godforsaken order... by opressing those with potential. In other words... you come with me.. you do as i say, you stay here, then you work for jabba and i forget about you as you sink into the crowd of followers. Got it?" he placed a heavy armor encased hand down upon her shoulder as he spoke.


((i'll think of a way to meet up with them... oh and if you dont like the last post i can edit it.. i kinda rushed us out sorry =) ))

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((citrin infil has informed me he is needed at concord dawn.. im sure he will rp himself heading thier. we must leave him behind... so post so we can dip and go somewhere else... if not some where else on tatooine, then atleast head to another planet like selonia. ))

[Citrine]

(( Sure, any news on the others? I'm going to rush us up a bit. We should depart after your last post since we're a bit far from Garuuba's now, if you wanted to stay on Tatooine I can edit this post too, just let me know what you have planned, the choice is up to you. ))

Pelle listened to Jorgun as he mused about the universe and its aspects. "The Jedi and Sith..." She thought out loud. Pelle'gri had met many Jedi on Dantooine as a child, but never had she seen a Sith there. Since she had left, she heard Dantooine had been taken over, but had no will to visit the grasslands she once called home. "Where's the republic?" Pelle asked curiously. She knew the republic and the sith had conflict, but where did they stand with the Jedi? Pelle'gri pondered of the question, wondering where her sister would lie.

"I can take care of myself!" Pelle'gri told Jorgun hoping to help her case. "I want to go on missions too, I've broken into all sorts of places." She told the bounty hunter vaguely. "I'll stay on the ship if you think it's too dangerous, but that doesn't mean I want to stay there every time we go to a new place." Pelle'gri protested as she squinted her eyes as a gust of sand blew close to them. The two had reached Anchorhead, passing through the crowds of miners, hunters, and gamblers. As they reached the docking bay, Pelle began to wonder what her new partner had for a ship.

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after departing Garuubas, and loosing his ride with the mandalorian he had decided he would need to buy a new ship. something he hadn't done in 10 years. Talgo Flong, could not assist jorgun any more, for he apparently had received a message from his comrades telling him to assist at Concord Dawn. So he had left them shipless. Jorgun had decided it was time to spend some of that huge fortune he'd amassed. He neeed a new ship.. and decided to get a new toy while he was here... in the pit trash can of the black market.

Jorgun turned to Pelle'gri, "You know... for a little girl you talk alot. I Don't have a ship now.. if thats what your wondering.. but i know a place where we can get one.... and i mean a good one. But before we leave this planet on the next 'shuttle' out, I want to get some crushgaunts. Do you know what those are pellee'?" he said her name with a foriegn accent. He gestured towards a man in a dark coat. as he approached the man, the shaggy bearded figure turned and pulled down a nose mask.

"Whataya neyed?" he asked jorgun in a mumbleing tone.

"Crushgaunts, mandalorian Crushgaunts."

The man thought for a second and gave him some names of technicians that could form some for him. "...but you'll need bes'kar. Do you have enough to buy such good ore?"

Jorgun didn't answer and instead walked away having what he needed already, names of weapon makers. And he thought he may have run into one already before arriving on Tatooine. He turned back to Pelle'gri. "Again... Do you know what those are?"

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"You don't have a ship, what kind of smuggler are you?" Pelle'gri stated rudely and hypocritically. "Wait, are you a smuggler?" She asked, realizing her assumption may not be true. "Beskars an iron they use for armor. They mine it on Mandalore, almost went there once on a job, but well, I was declined." She told him knowing her reason for not visiting Mandalore wasn't much of a surprise. Pelle followed the bounty hunter along through Anchorhead, failing to mention if she had the knowledge of crushgaunts or not. She had assumed them to be a type of Mandalorian armor, but cared not to look into the specifics.

"Tatooine doesn't have very much, but I think you could get a good ship around here." Pelle'gri agreed. She hadn't ever gotten far enough on Tatooine to see any of the good ships they offered, but she had spoken to some sellers about them.

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Jorgun looked about. finally he decided to answer her question, and his own. "First... no i am not a smuggler. If you must have a label for me then I am a bouny hunter. Second.. Crushgaunts are mandalorian gloves that can crush anything. For example... someones skull... or the wing on a fighter. they were made by the mandalorian special units to enable the warriors to increase thier fighting abilities in hand to hand combat. These are currently outlawed.. which is why i have decided to search for such an item. I intend to use them on a certain sith... one who i haven't heard anything of in the past few years..." ((im hoping to make it lord everos))

They continued walking and finally came to a stop by the local spaceport. "Lets take a shuttle to Ord Mantell... i think we can crush two birds with one stone there." If Pelle'gri could see his real face under his helmet, he'd be smiling.

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"So you've killed people!" Pelle'gri said outloud, immediately holding her hands up to her mouth after she realized how loud she had said her last comment. "I'm sorry" She whispered. "Why, you have a problem with him?" Pelle asked Jorgun as she headed to the spaceport with him. She had never heard of any specific Sith threats, except for some of the aristocrats from journal her sister kept. Pelle knew the Sith had force-users like the Jedi, but she had never heard of any leader or exceptional dark jedi worth mentioning. She could only assume that Jorgun had a personal qualm with one of them.

Pelle stayed behind the bounty hunter as they arranged for a ship to Ord Mantell. She could only hope that Jorgun would be able to find what he wished, especially if the two would be running into a Sith in the near future. Pelle'gri couldn't tell if the bounty hunter was literal when he spoke about crushing two birds with one stone. She knew he wanted the crushgaunts, and both of them wanted a ship, but was there a hidden meaning to the phrase that she could barely catch? She grabbed her blaster on her hilt for only a second to re-adjust herself. Now that she would be working with a bounty hunter, Pelle had to be on her guard a little more than usual.

(( Want to start a thread at ord mantell? ))

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((yes lets move back to lost odyssey... im going to pay jorek a visit.))

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Garuuba was fed up with the lack of progress his majordormo had acomplished. The angry hutt had four Gamorrean Guards bring Nisquis from the lounge to the throne room.

<"It has been months Nisquis! Months! Any new progress with the task I gave you? No? Thats right! No!">

Nisquis, startled by the unexpected anger that was seething through his boss's teeth, tried to make some excuse, <"I'm sorry your greatness, but I can't seem to find any way to contact the Republic capitol on Coruscant. I doubt those senators would even want to speak with me or you.">

Garuuba calmed down a bit, then spoke to his majordormo, <"If we can't get a meesage to Coruscant, then I will send you to bring the message yourself.">

<"What?! Your excellentcy, I can't just walk right into the senate! They'll arrest me!">

<"Then send one of your underlings! I just want to speak to the Supreme Chancellor.">

<"That is a big 'just', sir.">

<"It's a big 'just' to get anything done with politics. But what choice do we have? Now hop to it!">

Nisquis hurried to follow Garuuba's orders.

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The Chuba Dish landed in the main hangar bay. Nisquis headed to the throne room as two Weequay guards escorted the Cathar behind him. Nisquis entered the throne room, much to his master's dismay.

<"Why have you come back so soon? Even though your my majordormo, I don't think you completed your task so quickly.">, Garuuba said, waiting for Nisquis' excuses.

<"No, the task you have put before me has not been completed.">, Nisquis confirmed before continuing, <"However, to show you my loyalty I have brought you a gift.">

<"A gift? Now what could it be?">, Garuuba said half to Nisquis and half to himself.

<"This great Cathar.">, Nisquis said, stepping aside.

[Sihn Vecker]

Sihn stood out like a sore thumb amongst the Quarren and his Weequay entourage, green eyes trailing from the floor to Garuuba's form. He was short, yes, but built like a dweller of jungles with a few scars here and there upon his body despite his young age.

He did not speak, tongue lost years ago, so he merely closed his eyes and nodded ever so slightly, unable to bow due to the restraints still placed upon his ankles and wrists.

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Garuuba, surprised by being gifted a slave, looked upon the Cathar. He almost felt sorry for the sentient. The Hutt spoke out, sternly,

<"Why have you not taken his restraints away? You are not the brightest Nisquis, but I don't think you are just plain stupid.">

Nisquis was surprised by his boss' commands. <"Then he could run away sir. I think it would be best to keep them on for now.">

<"Who is the crimelord here? Hmmm... OH! Thats right, ME! Guards, remove the restaints.">

With their Gamorrean comrades on standby, the Weequay guards removed the Cathar's restraints. Garuuba spoke simutaniously, not sure whether the Cathar would understand him or not,

<"Please allow my guards to take those restraints off and away from you. I do not believe they will be necessary.">

Once the Cathar's restraints were removed, Garuuba continued,

<"Now, welcome to my palace. I am Garuuba, the leader of all things in the Tatoo system. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you have had previous masters. Whether or not they abused you is unknown to me, but I assure you, no abuse will come from me. A little repocussion for disrespect perhaps, but no abuse.

Now I ask you, are you tired?">